Sunday, October 13, 2019

adrift (poem)

I feel strange...
neither here nor there,
adrift between time's weaves,
both there and here,
the past and present merge.
Floating through a new and old world,
I am more present than before
yet in another time altogether.
I dream while awake
seeing two worlds combined:
a present I can feel
and a past I can't remember.

-Zero

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